Her Beating Heart

It slowly crawls closer every day, its scales glistening in the sun as it crinkles along, growing with each breath. At least, that is what the emptiness in my head feels like, though I know you cannot understand. Even today, in the nineteenth century, we have little knowledge of why one turns insane, why one scorns reality. And it is thus ignorance that has discarded me here on these grounds, just left waiting for a doctor who will not slaughter my spirit, yet raise me from the ashes of my mind.
Is this him?

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14. scene 14

There is a desk and a chair with some books piled on top and a pen. One book is open and we see Eric writing in it at the desk. There is a knock at the door and we see Richard playing Mr Halls, Eric’s assistant.

Eric- Ah, Mr Halls.

Mr Halls- Robin Farrel is here, Doctor.

Eric- Good, let him in please.

(Mr Halls exits and we see Bill multi-rolling as robin.)

Robin- Hello Doc!

Eric- How are you feeling today?

Robin- Great! My mind’s as clear as a fiddle. This new stuff you’ve given me is brilliant.

Eric- I am glad it is working. How is your wife and Betty?

Robin- Again, great. The misses has been so much better now I’m, ya know, all there.

Eric- Good. Here is you next doses.

(Opens draw and gets out a small container with pills inside.)

You remember how to take them?

Robin- One everyday after lunch, with a glass of water. Yup. Right, I’ve got a job now, thanks to ya of course. I’ll probably be laying in a ditch if there weren’t men like you, giving us poor people the time of day.

Eric- It was a promise I made long ago.

Robin- Goodbye then!

Eric- Have a good day, Robin.

(Robin exits as Mr Halls comes back on.)

Mr Halls- Your wife is here, Dr Parkensons.

Eric- Already? I am still working.

Mr Halls- She expresses urgency.

Eric- Of course she does. Send her in.

(Marisa enters playing Mrs Parkensons.)

Mrs P- Hello, darling.

(Eric gets up and kisses her on the cheek.)

Eric- Hello, what is all this about then? Is William alright?

Mrs P- Yes, he is fine. I left him with his aunty. But the postman came today, he said that I should give you this without delay and that it will probably change our lives. Anyway, that was the message he passed on. I cannot see how that is so important myself, they do seem to exaggerate most of the time.

(She passes him a letter. He opens it and reads aloud.)

Eric- Dear Mr Parkinsons. (Reads forwards.)  Lord Desseys has recently passed away. In his final year he had written a rather well timed will which contains your name. Your inheritance is as follows: (Skips a bit.)

A manor worth £50,000 and all it’s furniture. Sixty acres worth of land.

 

(He closes the letter and stares into the audience.)

 

Mrs P- Who is Lord Desseys? Oh well, we are rich, Eric! Where is this manor? Does it say? I have to get William, when can we move in? Just imagine Eric, a manor! Oh, you can give up on all this Doctor stuff and spend more time with William and I. Oh, how grand Eric, how grand, how grand.

 

Eric- Darling. I will go first and sort out the business. You stay with William and pack while I am away.

 

Mrs P- Yes, we should wait.

 

Eric- The house might not be in good condition for a child.

 

Mrs P- Again, you are right. I never think, do I?

 

Eric- Come. I have no more appointments for today, Let us get William and go home.

 

(They Exit.)

 

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